MARUSHKA

You might remember my friend from the Czech named Marsha (I called her Mushroomka). We met one year when a train we were riding ran someone over and we were forced to spend HOURS together for the next train.

The last time I went to her house to visit her, she made me pick cucumbers in the garden. 

This year was no different.

She had me working in the garden

and raking rocks.

Then we went inside to meet the new addition to her family.